Dried Blood Under Skin Novels & Stories

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

The world narrows to the bed in front of me. And I almost break. His skin, oh gods his skin, is all wrong. Sickly yellow, stretched too tight over his bones like he’s being dried out. Black veins crawl out from the wounds that must be behind him. They branch like rotting ghastly hands clawing at him. Like death itself is trying to stake a claim on him, like something is feeding on him. A strangled sound claws its way up my throat before I can stop it. I don't need to be a medical expert to know he doesn't have long. His breaths are so shallow that I can barely see it moving.

she flinched in pain as she lifted up her left leg, to examine the damage the rough stone had caused to her foot. As her gaze dropped to her feet, her eyes widened in shock as she found herself standing on the bloodstained gravel beneath her feet. Leaving her even more befuddled, her eyes then drifted to her hands. That was when she noticed her nails. They had dried blood stuck at the tip and around her cuticles. Kimberly's breath got caught in her throat, she gulped hard, dread enveloping her.

“What?” Cass pointed to the base of a nearby tree. There, half-buried in the dirt, was a streak of something dark and drying. Blood. Next to it marks. Deep ones. Scratches carved into the bark like someone, or something, had been angry. Aiden’s breath came out in a puff. “That’s not… normal.” Cass was quiet. For once, the grin was gone. He crouched, reached out like he might touch the bark, then froze.

But what caught my breath was the side of my neck. I tilted my head, pulling my collar aside with trembling fingers. Right there, on the soft skin above my collarbone, sat two distinct, dark red puncture marks, surrounded by a faint, bruised discoloration that throbbed with a strange, unnatural heat. Blood had dried in thin, dark lines down toward my shoulder. I stared at it in sheer disbelief.

Gone. The room became quiet. Too quiet. Just the fire crackling softly. Just my heart beating fast. Just the wind outside the windows. I walked slowly toward the mirror. Big mirror. Gold frame. Fancy. I looked small in it. Lost. With shaking hands, I moved my hair away from my neck. Slow. Scared of what I'd find. At first, nothing. Just skin. Pale. Normal. The same as always. Then... A faint silver glow appeared under my skin. Soft. Pulsing. Like moonlight trapped inside me. Like something waking up. Something alive.

Chapter 62 Valeria The scream cuts off so suddenly that it leaves a ringing in my ears. For a moment, Eliana stays kneeling and trembling, her breath coming in quick, uneven gasps. Then her body jerks forward as if something yanks her from the inside. I can’t look away. Her skin darkens first. Not like bruising. Like something underneath is pushing through. Something thick and black oozes out of her pores, sliding down her arms, dripping onto the floor with a wet hiss.

That's just the face. The body itself is even worse. Blood is pouring onto the ground in a giant puddle. It’s blackened and some of it has dried onto the ground. Not only is it in the puddle but it’s splattered all around the area in arcs. The chest has been skinned alive and the skin is completely missing. There is no sign of it. All we see is the muscle and bones that lay underneath it. The sternum and ribs are cracked open wide.

Flecks of dried blood tangled in the blonde strands and stuck to his fingers. “What is that?” she asked and pressed at her head. She looked at the red flakes on Jax’s hand and rubbed her fingers against her head. When she pulled her hand down, she saw the flakes stuck to her skin. They looked at each other unknowingly. Neither one knew how that was possible. The blood indicated that a wound had been present, but there was nothing there. Her head was intact, with not even a scrape to remind her of the fight. “Maybe it’s not blood,” she said and pressed the flakes between her fingers. “Maybe there was something on the tree that just got stuck in my hair.” She wiped her hands on her clothes and

So she turned on her left side and then with the support of her shoulder and hand she sat up on the floor. She cried out in pain and couldn't comprehend where she was feeling the pain most. Her body was burning and her eyes were drooping but still she couldn't sleep so holding the window above her she stood up on her feet and leaned against the wall feeling dizzy. Her eyes opened again and she saw her own blood on the floor and then she noticed her inner thighs which has dried blood and something sticky on them.